“I have to cheerlead the big game on Friday night and then there is the dance on Saturday so I couldn’t go if you wanted me to go and I don’t wa...t to go,” she muttered through anxious lips. When she was through she acted as if she was proud that she was able to say what she said and was convinced it was the truth. She bit her lower lip as she awaited my response. “Oh,” I said and smiled at her. She smiled back as if she was glad I was taking her admission well. She seemed very worried that she. That was at least until I finally got theSamsung box open, inside was a bright pink Hello Kitty version of thephone.All my joy and happiness left my body instantly. Here I was left staringinto the box looking at a bright pink phone with a hard plastic HelloKitty bow on it that you could not remove. It was not a phone for athirteen year old boy, not a phone for even a thirteen year old girl. Itwas a phone for a child of seven or eight.Mom was smiling from ear to ear; I can't remember a moment. The selection was small, but she found a black one with a rather humorous take-off on the those silly milk commercials. In bold white letters across the front of this little half-shirt was printed "Got cookies?" She didn't think much of it, other than the parody value, but it was the best halter top they had in stock, so she took it.Into the dressing room she went, smiling kindly at the middle-aged woman sorting return items by the door. The dressing room was actually fairly long, running from. “Oh yeah,” I moaned loudly and begun to push my cock in and out of his willing mouth. He was an expert, sucking my cock in its entirety. He grabbed my balls and started to play with them, slowly driving my crazy. The place was not loud, but with my eyes closed and trying to focus on the pleasure, I didn’t notice that someone has moved behind me. Suddenly I felt a pair of strong hands on my shoulders.“I'm Tom,” he whispered in my ear and moved his hands down my back. I didn’t respond, which he.